Message-ID: <43503asstr$1058872203@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: erotic alex steel X-Original-Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 21 Jul 2003 23:25:11 GMT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 21 Jul 2003 23:25:11 GMT Subject: {ASSM} (final repost) Young Adventures in Gay Exploration (chapters 1-4) (1/1) Date: Tue, 22 Jul 2003 07:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar Young Adventures in Gay Exploration By: erotic alex steel (version date June '03) Welcome to my stories about my exploration and adventures in the gay world! These stories are designed for an adult reader and contain explicit material. If it is not legal for you to receive, distribute, or view such material it is your obligation to not take part in it. I am currently a full time college student and if you would like to help support me (helping to support future adventures ;) ) I would love any donations you may feel appropriate. Even such small donations at $1 would be greatly helpful. Send your donations to eroticalexsteel@hotmail.com. Help keep me cumming so I can help you cum! My intent in telling these stories are to please and titillate your imagination, and to help you enjoy touching whatever hot, moist, tasty, sexual parts you feel like touching while reading my stories or engaging in your own fantasies or other activities. Feel free to copy, distribute, or post, these stories wherever you like. (I only ask that you do so in the entire format you received them. Please don't edit or change them.) Remember, by doing so you are taking responsibility for the legality of your actions. Although 'erotic alex steel' allows his stories to be freely distributed, it is the responsibility of those distributing to follow the rules, laws and regulations within their city, county, state and country in regards to adult material. There are several stories, which will be posted in individual chapters, as each chapter has a different type of story or theme. This will make it easier to find for those only looking for that kind of story. A version date appears at the top of the story. It is important to include this, as the story may change and evolve over time as I have more adventures (or re-tune older sections as my writing changes or improves.) Enjoy, make a nice big mess for me ;) ~erotic alex steel Chapter 1: Finding glory Chapter 2: Meeting with Mister Green Chapter 3: Will you be my buddy? Chapter 4: Blowing my mind Chapter 5: ??? - - - - - - Chapter 1: Finding glory It was the summer and nearing my birthday. I had been single for several years, so it had been quite a long time since I had any reason to celebrate my birthday, let alone anyone to celebrate it with. School had been out for a month and I was starting to get pretty bored since I didn't have a job. With nothing to do all day but watch TV, I usually wound up watching, what I will refer to as 'the naughty channel,' at some point during my days. I had been alone for so many years I was beginning to wonder if there would ever again be anyone to replace my own hand. The hand that always wound up slowly stroking my cock through my pants or diving into the pants to slowly tease it. It didn't matter what I was watching, naughty channel or not, my cock wanted attention. With no fellow students around to distract the lingering hunger for bodies to look at, my cock was constantly aching for more and more. I'm sure you are all familiar with how little is actually shown on that certain channel and how easy it is to watch it and feel like your not really getting 'enough.' My cock wanted more, demanded more. My own hand, my own pleasures, and my options, were no longer enough. I had to think up something bigger, something better. When I was a young teenager, I used to know someone in Redwood City. There is a bookstore there, an adult bookstore, that was, and probably still is, a national landmark. A friend I used to know that lived around there had used it before, mentioning that he had done his own exploring some years ago. So I wondered. Would there be such adventures waiting out there for me in the bi and gay world? Could I be so lucky as to find a glory hole? Do any exist here? Would I ever want more than just a cock? Would I ever play with another boy? My wondering the answers to these questions was only the first steps on my young adventures in exploring the gay world that lay around me for the taking (or being taken ;) ). With no previous knowledge of what to expect, other than a memory that dated back to my high school days, I fantasized about what I might like to happen. I had recently started appreciating how beautiful my own cock is. After all, on that naughty channel cock is really about all you can ever see, so lately I had seen a lot of material to compare to. I would see other young guys, shaved pubes and shaved smooth cock like mine. I thought to myself that the clean shaven guys with just a little bit of muscle, sweat just barely glistening off their chest as they do whatever it is they are doing at the moment was the kind of guy I'd like to have an adventure with. Of late, I'd often find myself fantasizing while watching a particularly good scene. I'd watch, as the girl's head bounced up and down along the guy's hard shaft. When I was younger, I could suck my own cock without trouble, so I could recall how nice it feels to slide my mouth along my cock. Sucking and licking my tongue around in little circles on the head of my cock always would make more than enough sweet hot saliva to slip my cock in and out of my mouth. I would always love when just a little saliva would trickle out, running down along my cheek, or down along my shaft to trickle down and around my balls, gently tickling my ass hole at the bottom, depending on which way I was pleasing myself. But I would watch these scenes and fantasize. Ones where the girl's head is bouncing up and down, where the guy's cock is getting wetter with each stroke, glistening with her saliva. I wondered, I used to enjoy pleasing myself like that. I wondered, as I would look down at my own cock glistening with my saliva I was using for lube. I wondered, as I slowly stroked, watching what was on the screen. I wondered, would I enjoy stroking someone else's cock as much as I enjoy stroking my own? I thought, how nice it might be to trade places with that girl on the screen, to be the one sucking on that cock with wild abandon. Especially if that girl was sucking on a nice big cock, while another filled her pussy and pumped her from behind. I'd always wondered, if I had been a girl instead of a boy, would I be a dirty little girl? Would I enjoy the reality of having a cock fill my pussy, my ass, my mouth, and have one in each hand, as much as the fantasy of such turns me on? Would it be that much different in my boy body, with a cock up my ass, in my mouth, one in each hand, and someone pleasing my cock, as I pleased theirs? Would I be able to stand that much pleasure at once? Or would I just be able to lie there and be used by all the cocks around me and enjoy having every hole filled? It's a fantasy I sometimes think about, and one I have to put away for a time when I've gained more confidence and bravery. Every now and then I think, maybe this is an adventure yet to cum. So, one day during that summer I decided to find out if I would enjoy cock. I didn't know anything about glory holes, other than the fact that they supposedly existed. It took me some effort. But, nervous, excited, and already semi-hard thinking about it, I designed some notes, just in case I found such a hole. These little notes said something like, "give me your cock. i want to make you cum." I had printed a few of these, just in case. I gathered up a few rubber gloves, because with all the risks these days a playmate can't be too careful with someone he doesn't know. I stuffed my lube down into my shorts. With what I was thinking and feeling, the 4oz tube was about the same size as my rapidly stiffening cock. At full size, my 7 inch by nearly 2 inch thick cock would easily outsize it. I knew I didn't want to drive around fully erect, it would feel a bit awkward walking into a store like that. I got in my car and set out to find that bookstore I had known of to see what fun I could stir up. Driving in my car along the way, thoughts of what may cum filled my head. This was not my first step into the gay world at all, but it was my first that I would actually participate in. I had been to Folsom Street fair before, though only once. I was a part of a local community that crossed with the gay community, so I was more than familiar with gay and lesbian people. But this would be the first time I actually sought out actual contact, longed for the contact, wondered how nice it would feel to have my cock fondled by someone else and how interesting I would find it to stroke a strangers cock, and see him cum all over my gloved hand. Would I find someone to play with me? Would they read the note and happily surrender their cock to my waiting hand? Would they leave the booth after reading it? Could they read it? (There are a lot of non-English speakers in Redwood City.) Would they turn me in to the management, being upset, and kick me out, or worse, arrest me for doing something illegal? Was it illegal? At the time, I didn't know if it was illegal. It still amazes me how pleasing yourself or others can be illegal in any way. I understand the health reasons. I understand the safety reasons (STDs, etc.). But to say pleasure with consenting adult strangers is outright illegal in a semi-private place? That I don't think I'll ever understand. With quivering breath and hands I found it difficult to drive. I didn't remember exactly where the store was, so I exited the freeway when I knew it would be too early. I found the main street in the area, El Camino, where I knew the store was located and continued driving the direction I thought it was. Some parts of the area had changed so much since I was last passing through here. Some parts I remembered exactly where they were; fast food restaurants, the school I knew the adult bookstore was near, but some parts were totally unfamiliar. Small strip malls had been completely built where there were other buildings I remembered. I don't remember what those buildings were, but I knew it wasn't this new strip mall with all these up and coming trendy stores. I was beginning to give up hope. My nerves were starting to calm, I was no longer worried about shaking so much my hands would shake the steering wheel into a car in another lane. My cock had started to go limp again, and my mind was wandering more with the music on my radio, than it had been with fantasies of cocks filling my hands or mouth. "It's been nearly forty-five minutes just to get this far," I thought to myself. "I'll give it just a few more bocks and then I'll give up and try and find another adult shop in a phone book at home," I said to myself with a heavy sigh. That's when I spotted it, but it wasn't the same shop. This shop wasn't in the middle of a small strip mall, like I remember the shop being. This shop was on it's own little corner area, with it's own surrounding parking lot. "Well," I thought to myself, "it may be the strip mall was removed and this shop is the shop, and it's all that remains." I pulled into the shopping area just past the store, I had missed its driveway, and pulled around back to where the store was. My nervousness rapidly came back. I could barely hold my hands steady enough to park. I pulled in backwards, so I could get away quickly after the experience. I wouldn't know how to handle a satisfied, or worse, an upset, 'customer' as it were face to face. With shaking hands, I placed my glasses on the dashboard. "Minimal stuff, I don't need this extra stuff if I'm going to jerk someone and myself off," I told myself, as I placed my cell phone in the glove compartment. I took a 10 from my wallet, about the most I can ever afford to carry around with me, grabbed my notes, and placed my wallet in the glove compartment with the cell phone locking them both up tight. I sat there, quivering, cock swelling and dropping all at once. With heavy breaths I asked myself, "Is this really what you want? Is this what I'm looking for?" I looked at the ten-dollar bill in my hand, looked at my little 'give me your cock' notes and answered myself, "All or nothing. You knew you wouldn't do it without the notes. You have the time, you have the cash, you have the lube, and you have the glove. All your missing is the cock." I drew a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves, "It's an experiment. Good or bad, try to have, and try to give, a good time. If you can do that, the experiment won't fail and it will always be something to look back on as a good experience." With a deep breath as my answer to myself, reassuring myself, I stepped out of the car and pocketed the cash and notes, closing the door behind me and placing my keys deep in a pocket so they would be silent. I walked into the little shop. It was tiny. This was definitely not the adult shop I remembered from my youth. But, it seemed like a different location, maybe it's simply changed. Maybe it's just been moved. The attendant greeted me warmly. I saw the sign that showed you needed a $3 minimum buy-in on coupons. So I asked if the machines just ran on coupons, or if regular cash was ok. The attendant responded that regular cash worked ok too, but I had to buy at least $3 in coupons. I decided to go ahead and split it, and took $5 in coupons and the rest in regular ones. My heart was pounding. It felt like it was going to beat it's way out of my light gray tank top. I felt as if the attendant and the one or two shop customers browsing the toys could somehow see right through my tank top, right through my shorts, right through my underwear, to see my shaven semi-erect cock. The thought of it excited me and made me nervous, as did this whole adventure. But, with the exchange of the money, the deed was done. I was on my way to wonderland. I passed behind the counter, to the always darker, back booth area. They were especially dark, having only one bank of video booths along one wall, and only a few lights in the hallway. My lucky number has always been 7, I guess it is for a lot of people, and there were 7 booths, with a fire exit beyond that, the light peeked in through the bottom and the sound of rushing traffic outside was audible. The moaning that was coming from booth 6 or 7 was partly drowning the traffic out. Though, I couldn't tell which booth it was. I waited outside their doors, pretending to be waiting for booth 7. The excuses of what to say ran through my head should I be challenged by the attendant for 'loitering.' But I wasn't too worried, as he was on the other side of the video booth wall. He would have to exit his area and come around the booth side in order to see me, a complete 360 degree trip. It was then, after a few minutes of listening to the moaning, thinking that could be me and my stranger friend in few moments, that I noticed it. There was a video camera watching the small hallway at the opposite end of the hall from where I was standing. Well, that makes sense, you would want a video camera to watch the hall, and watch the fire door. "Well, shit," I thought to myself, "I'm going to have to move. I can't loiter here too long, or the chances are he will come back and say something and I don't want to be kicked out and have to surrender another $3 to get back in." Looking around, I noticed that one booth was running, with the door open just a touch. I casually passed by, appearing to inspect the booths for cleanliness. To my surprise, the booth was actually empty. I dove in and locked the door behind me. My nerves were unsettled, but my cock was sure of itself, it wanted attention. I grew harder and unzipped my pants and gave my cock a little of what it wanted to calm myself down. I stuffed my hand down my underwear, and slowly folded my hand open and closed, which gently rubbed the tip and upper section of the shaft. I turned down the booth sound to the point where I could just barely hear it, anything less and my nerves would win, I'd loose my hard on, and I'd be driving myself home. When I was younger, I was quite the peeping tom. Very early in life, as early as I could climb out my window without being detected, I had started sneaking out into the night in hopes of catching neighbors and seeing them undressed, or more. Through these formative years I learned a great deal about light, shadow and attention. I didn't have to focus much on the two in the booths, as their moans gave away the fact that they were occupied. But when they quieted down, I would look to the bottom of my booth, to see if the light reflections changed in any way. Such a change would indicate one of them had left, their steps momentarily blocking the light from the outside, and I would shortly thereafter see their shoes pass by, confirming someone was leaving. A minute flew by, then two, then 10, then maybe more, I had no watch so I couldn't tell, but it felt like an eternity. My cock was at the point where it needed to be stroked to climax, or... or what... it was loosing interest, I was loosing interest. I was alone. Sure, I had different porn that normal playing in front of me, but alone nonetheless, the same thing that's happened countless nights and days at home. Apparently, this video booth was broken, it either wasn't going to stop, or someone had fed the machine far too much money. This booth, with no holes, was a dead end. I had to leave the booth. Pulling my hand out from my underwear, zipping up my pants, I left the booth the way I found it, like me, playing with itself, alone. I decided to investigate the other booths. 1 and 2 had no holes, but signs there had been holes covered up. Well, was that recently, was it long ago, I couldn't tell. 3 I had already known, intimately. Moving on to 4 and 5, more of the same, the walls showed signs of boarding up of the holes. Sadly, 6 and 7 were still occupied, but at much quieter tones. It sounded like one of them, maybe both, were nearing time to leave. So I decided to wait. But not long, I was getting tired, it was getting harder to keep my interest and cock elevated. I was beginning to think the fantasy would stay just a fantasy. But just then, he walked in. Young like me, thin, not striking, not really attractive, but good looking. He seemed to be pretty similar to me. He smiled at me, kind of nodded my way and kind of the booths way and asked, "You waiting?" And I said, "Yeah," shyly blushing at him, then quickly looking at the ground not knowing what to say if he said more. I wasn't ready for a whole person. I wasn't ready to know his name, or anything about him. I was interested in his cock, and nothing more. To feel that hot meat in my hand or mouth. To watch him cum and hear him moan with pleasure. Would he make a huge mess? Would he spray far? Would he dribble out? Would it be a bright sticky white just like mine? How long could I think about his cock and stand here? I decided again, just a few more minutes. Then it happened, one of the guys left my booth, # 7, I entered. As I thought, this hole was still here. What was the guy in 6 doing? Was he leaving? Was he staying? Would he be the one I play with for my first? I decide to peek. I couldn't see much, but yikes. Gray hair, obviously a beer belly under his bad looking unbuttoned 'Hawaiian tourist' print shirt. Well, what did I expect, a porn star? He obviously wasn't perfect. And I was here for cock. I stripped off my tank top, folding it neatly on the chair. I placed my notes, my money, my lube, my glove, my napkins (ah the ritual of visiting booths) all upon the monitor. I stripped off my shorts and underwear, folding them onto my shirt. I took my things off the monitor, placing them on my shorts so I wouldn't forget them, strapped on a glove and inserted a few coupons. My cock was happy to see me standing there, naked accept for my shoes. When I see my shaved cock, all smooth and ready, my pubes shaved as short as can be, I can't help but get excited. I lay my cock along my palm, wrapping my fingers around the bottom and side, pulling back my thumb. The lube agreed with how delicious my cock looked with a 'fbbbbpptt', squirting out a thin line along the shaft, going all the way up from my head to trace along the vein to stop at my pelvis. Letting out a shaky sigh, my thumb wrapped around and started stroking in small circles, lubing up the tip, then slowly started working it's way down and back up the shaft, allowing the lube placed there to leek around and squish between my fingers, allowing my entire hand to start to slowly stroke back and forth, effortlessly sliding along its way. "What was that?" My neighbor was leaving. Who would come in? My hand slowed as I was unsure if I'd have company to play, to watch, or if I would be alone again. Someone came in. They sat down. I pulled back out of view. My heart was racing, racing again like it was in the parking lot. Ok, I had company, again I asked myself if this was what I wanted. I peeked. The neighbor was thin. He had a tattoo. He had his pants down, though I couldn't see his cock. Was this the one I had met outside? I pulled back, wondering if I was ready. I saw his finger peek in and out of the hole, at the time I didn't know what that meant. Was I ready? Did I want that cock of his in my hand or mouth? My cock rapidly answered by swelling to my full 7" long and 2" thick, without my lubed hand touching it. My right hand, barely able to keep control with all my shaking, took up the note, took up the lube, and showed both to the glory hole, held by a gloved hand. I wondered if my neighbor could read it. I left it there in view for what felt like an eternity. I had slowly started stroking my cock with my left hand, the shaking had gotten down to my knees now. Slowly stroking, once, twice, three times, four times, five times. I removed the note and took another peek. That's when I saw it. He had his cock all the way out, he was starting to get up. His cock slowly slid in through the hole. It was nice. It looked smooth. I wished I trusted the world enough to stroke him without the glove. I let go of my own cock, I had to, it was his turn. I sprayed some lube into my gloved hand. I knew just what he'd enjoy that would get him up to his full hardness, I could tell he was only about half way there. In the palm of my hand I ran his cock head around in little circles, the lube gently gliding his head around. Working the part attached to my thumb, I could gently squeeze his head as I made little circles. He was starting to swell. My cock demanded my attention. I moved as close as I could without laying my cock on top of his. Oh how I wanted to though. The thought of my cock against his was nice, it looked like it would be just as right as everything else I'd done before. But I knew I couldn't, I just couldn't risk it. So I drew as close as I could, slowly starting to stroke my cock after it's brief period of being ignored while I had admired my neighbors cock. I slowly started to stroke his cock, my thumb tip touching my fingers making a little ring around his shaft. Each stroke down his shaft was matched by a stroke down my shaft. As he swelled to full, he filled my hand nicely. He wasn't as thick as me, but then I hear I'm quite a bit above average. The lube allowed my gloved hand to work his shaft effortlessly. I could feel his veins through the glove, something I had always taken for granted with myself. The head ridge, the veins, all the little wrinkles that were so familiar to me, I found so interesting to feel on him. I could barely hear him at all, I couldn't tell if the sound was coming from his video or his own voice. I know I was starting to make some noise. I was literally weak in the knees, glancing to my cock then glancing to his cock. He felt so much harder than my own cock. But I knew that was just because I was feeling someone else's meat, and not feeling my own meat I was so familiar with. How different it is to feel someone else's cock and only feel them. It was very unlike what my left hand was feeling stroking my own cock, where both my hand and my cock are giving off sensations. I could feel his heat emanating from his cock. I could feel his swelling as he pulsed slightly harder or slightly softer, working my hand up and down along his shaft, speeding up slightly when he felt more solid, slowing down and teasing in circles around his head when he felt softer. Each stroke of his shaft was a shaky breath of my own, and an aching cock that got harder and harder with each stroke. I love to tease. I love to go slowly. But I was too excited. I wanted more. I needed more. I wanted to see his cock spray and hear him scream with pleasure. I wanted to see my cum spray all over his cock. Stroking, stroking, stroking, watching his cock glisten as the video light danced off of his shaft. Looking down at my own cock, thinking to myself, "That's another guy's cock in my hand. Look at that, cock, right next to you is another guy's cock. You look similar and you look different." I could feel his heat building, I could almost feel it on my cock. Stroking more and more, stroking, stroking. I couldn't handle it anymore. My knees were shaking so bad I was almost falling down. Leaning a little against the wall between us for support, I started stroking to keep up with the shaking of my knees. Stroking, myself faster and faster, stroking him as fast as I dare, I didn't want to hurt him. Stroking faster, faster, my knees shaking, I could barely stand, stroking faster and faster. "Unnnnnggg unnnnnnggg uuh uuuh uuuh." I cried out as I came. I know for sure he heard me. I didn't cum all over him, as I wanted, but all over the wall and floor next to him. In those brief last seconds, although I know I'm negative, I didn't want my friend to have to worry about catching anything. Although I did doubt he would be able to tell the difference between more lube and my cum. My cum was dripping from my cock, I squeezed it out more and more with each stroke. My legs had calmed, my knees more stable, I could stand quite a bit easier now that I'd shot my load everywhere. But, what about my friend? Surely he could have felt my hand slow in stroking, but I hadn't stopped. I was still stroking his hot hard glistening cock, up and down up and down, faster and faster. Fiddling with my cock, wondering if I would get hard again, I kept stroking him, and kept stroking me. I wanted him to feel as good as I had felt. My breathing had gotten back to almost normal again, my legs had stopped shaking, my cock hadn't recovered to more than half hard, I'd cum so hard I thought my heart would burst, as my cock did. My friend finally started to wiggle. I wondered, "Is this it? Will I finally get to see and feel another guy cum? Will I be able to feel him throbbing in my hand just before, as I can with my own cock?" But apparently, it was not to be. I would not have my answers. "Wait, where are you going?" I said to myself as he slowly pulled out. "Did he cum?" I inspected the floor and my gloved hand and saw nothing. Was that it? Was he done? Was his money out? Had he cum? I didn't hear a peep from his side that I could distinguish as his voice, opposed to the video soundtrack. I waited for a few more strokes, my cock had rapidly lost what half hardness I had in all the confusion. "I guess that was it." I answered myself somewhat disappointedly. I pulled off the spent glove, tossing it to the ground. I wiped my cum and lube off of my own hand, and wiped my cock clean, leaving the paper towels to be kept in place when I put on my underwear, just in case I'd missed anything. Pulling on my underwear, shorts, and pulling my tank top over my head. Then I saw it. He was slowly putting his half hard cock back through the hole. But it was too late. The fantasy was had and gone. Dreams of him screaming with ecstasy along with me were shattered. Thoughts of cumming all over his cock and seeing my juices flow along his shaft had been chickened out on. Thoughts of seeing his cum all over my safely gloved hand while he sprayed all over the wall were dashed with his withdrawal. This adventure had come to a close. I left the booth watching his cock waiting for more in the hole. My dreams and fantasies would have to be lived out again, on another day. This day had ended. He withdrew for the climax. My cock lay drained and satisfied in my shorts. I left the store wondering. Would I ever see a booth playmate climax like I had fantasized about that day? This adventure had confirmed my thoughts. I like cock. I like the feel of it in my hands and how I have the ability to bring that much pleasure to someone, and how that pleasure is in my control. It gave me the same rush I get from all the girls I'd been with. I left that day wondering. Would there be other things I'd done with girls that I enjoyed that I could do and enjoy with boys? ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice----- Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. The post was sent as a uuencoded attachment and has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software. Young Adventures in Gay Exploration By: erotic alex steel (version date June '03) Welcome to my stories about my exploration and adventures in the gay world! These stories are designed for an adult reader and contain explicit material. If it is not legal for you to receive, distribute, or view such material it is your obligation to not take part in it. I am currently a full time college student and if you would like to help support me (helping to support future adventures ;) ) I would love any donations you may feel appropriate. Even such small donations at $1 would be greatly helpful. Send your donations to eroticalexsteel@hotmail.com. Help keep me cumming so I can help you cum! My intent in telling these stories are to please and titillate your imagination, and to help you enjoy touching whatever hot, moist, tasty, sexual parts you feel like touching while reading my stories or engaging in your own fantasies or other activities. Feel free to copy, distribute, or post, these stories wherever you like. (I only ask that you do so in the entire format you received them. Please don't edit or change them.) Remember, by doing so you are taking responsibility for the legality of your actions. Although 'erotic alex steel' allows his stories to be freely distributed, it is the responsibility of those distributing to follow the rules, laws and regulations within their city, county, state and country in regards to adult material. There are several stories, which will be posted in individual chapters, as each chapter has a different type of story or theme. This will make it easier to find for those only looking for that kind of story. A version date appears at the top of the story. It is important to include this, as the story may change and evolve over time as I have more adventures (or re-tune older sections as my writing changes or improves.) Enjoy, make a nice big mess for me ;) ~erotic alex steel Chapter 1: Finding glory Chapter 2: Meeting with Mister Green Chapter 3: Will you be my buddy? Chapter 4: Blowing my mind Chapter 5: ??? - - - - - - Chapter 2: Meeting with Mister Green With my general curiosity about my attraction to the male form somewhat satisfied by my confirmation that I can enjoy cock (Chapter 1), I wondered what it would be like to be penetrated. I first slept naked when I was 10 and started masturbating shortly after. Through many many many years of playing with myself I've experimented with a great many things. But, experimenting with my ass was an uncommon occurrence until recently. My fingers felt nice. I'd never had anyone else's parts in me though. I was wondering, what would a cock in my ass feel like? Again my fantasies of cock led me back to my fantasy of having my mouth and ass filled at once. Again my fantasy driven imagination wondered what it would feel like to have cum loads squishing around in my throat as it was shot into my ass at the same time, overfilling me to leek down the sides of my cheeks. Both my face cheeks and my ass cheeks. But so far, this is just a fantasy. I've learned that fantasies don't always cum true like I see them in my head. And I've learned that once I start exploring with a fantasy, I don't always really want what I've been fantasizing about. I needed to learn more. My roommates had always told me I was free to use any of their toys that I wanted. So one day, I decided to take an inventory of just what all those toys included. There were lots and lots of bondage equipment. Well, while that's all nice and good, I'd done that. And as you may or may not know, I've been single for several years. Some toys, in fact most toys, really aren't any good without a playmate to use them on, or have them used on you. But there were a few I'd taken note of and on a few days in particular I decided to borrow them and have some adventures. The first and favorite of my roommates' toys I call Mister Green. This toy is a no-longer functioning vibrating dildo. It is, sort of, I guess you could call it, turquoise in color. But mostly it's green. It's about 6" long to it's 'balls' that are it's base. I haven't measured, but it's probably about 1.5" thick at the thickest tapering down to about 1" thick at the 'balls' base, where it gets wider again. Not quite as big as me, but from what I hear, this is about the average size. I call this cock, Mister Green. Since I knew this could be dirty business, I arranged for my meeting with Mister Green to be a shower meeting. This shower meeting was to take place on a Friday, a day that I don't take classes, usually reserving the time to do any school work, research, or reading I need to do. With my roommates both being at work, my meeting with Mister Green started in my bedroom. I was stripped completely naked, how else do you take a shower? Sadly there are no mirrors that exist in the house for me to look at my 5'10", ~175 lb, nearly completely hairless naked self while I met with Mister Green. As all considerate playmates do, I cleaned my naughty areas for Mister Green before we met. I am still fairly flexible from my youth when I could stuff my hot horny cock into my mouth when I could pound in and out of my hungry wet mouth. I could deep throat myself enough to bounce my balls against my nose, thrusting in and out until cum overflowed my hungry hole, spilling out down my throat and flowing out along my cheeks. With what flexibility I still have, I would still be able to bend around enough to watch Mister Green play with my eager back door. I lay back on my bed and folded myself over, hooking my knees behind my elbows, so I could see my ass by leaning my head forward. Mister Green was waiting on the bed next to me while I readied myself with my lube. I opened up the top of the lube and slowly dripped some out into the center of my asshole. It was cold, but warmed quickly. It almost felt as if it was saliva, which set my heart beating faster. My cheeks next to my hole had recently been shaved short for my meeting with Mr. Green. I took the tip of my middle finger and slowly worked it around my bright pink entrance. When the lube had thinned to a nice, smooth, even coating, I said hello to Mister Green. I picked him up in my hand and spread some more lube on his tip, letting a few lines trickle down his sides. I grasped him firmly in one hand and twisted him in circles around his shaft to be sure the lube was evenly spread. After my firm handshake that greeted Mr. Green, I poised him above my eagerly awaiting hole. To be sure there would be no resistance on my part, I put a few more drops on my awaiting entrance. Mr. Green started by teasing my entrance, just running his head around my bright pink entrance. Reassuring me that I was ready enough for him he easily sipped just his head inside. Although his entry was easy, it was unfamiliar. There was pain, sucking in of breath, and tingles of pleasure that ran like electricity across my whole body. Mr. Green sensed my discomfort and backed out, running a few more slow circles while my muscle let the feelings of pain subside somewhat, while trying to encourage the electric feelings. When I was ready again, Mr. Green gently plunged just his head in again. This time there was less pain. Mr. Green knew just what to do, he thrust just the tip in and then out, once, twice, three times, then he knew I wanted and was ready for more. He plunged deeper, this time to his thickest point. I could feel the difference between where my entry muscle was griping him and where my open canal was behind that. His penetrating my muscle made me dizzy, but his just barely touching the canal behind felt like it filled a longing I never knew I had. Mr. Green knew just what to do, backing all the way out he thrust forward with one smooth stroke, firmly, but gently. With no hesitation he had penetrated nearly to the end of his shaft, nearly as deep as he could go. A strange warmth began to overcome my whole body, seeming to emanate just from my ass where he was penetrating me. This wasn't the normal warmth I got when masturbating, although my cock was rock solid and asking for it. This was a strange kind of warmth I had only known before when I felt loved and cared for by someone and they gave me a long hug. I liked this kind of new warmth. Mr. Green knew just what to do, he knew I would be really ready this time. But just to be sure, he asked that I put a few more drops of lube near his head when he pulled almost the way back out, leaving only his cock head inside. When he pulled slowly all the way out, I let out a deep quivering breath. He was right. I knew I'd be ready. I put a few drops around my happy hole when he was almost all the way withdrawn. If I wasn't sure in my heart, I could see I was ready in my muscle. My hole was happily awaiting his return. I didn't constrict all the way back around him. I stayed open just a little tiny bit awaiting his thrust to cum. My opening did a slight repeated twitch, almost as if they were lips kissing Mr. Green's head. I let a few drops of lube fall on each side of him, feeling a little trickle down within me, I clinched tighter and almost pushed Mr. Green away from me. Mr. Green was angry with that. He wouldn't let me get away with it. He thrust himself all the way back in mercilessly, and he didn't stop. He started working in and out, in and out, quickly this time. I could feel him pulling me apart wide when he was near his tip, relaxing and filling me when he was almost all the way out, and feeling that slight pain and new warmth come over me as he passed his wide point. He thrust in and out in and out, deeper each time till his balls were finally being pushed against my hole. After a few thrusts he could easily reach all the way in till his balls stopped him from going further, despite their pushing against the entrance. He asked, 'do you like that?' as he stopped at his full depth, his balls against my entrance. 'yeeeeeessss,' I gasped as he found some secret spot I didn't know I had. My new warmth and dizziness was now accompanied by a strange pushing feeling at the tip of his cock. I guess it could be explained as sort of a male G-spot. As he pushed against that spot for those brief moments, I could feel a hot wave wash over my entire body. 'Ttthhhhhank you Mr. Green,' I said in a quivering voice. 'Ttthhhisss must be how girlsssss feel when I thrussssst my full 7" into them. Ppppllleasse,' I barely stammered out as I quivered with the waves of passion, my hole hugging Mr. Green tightly, 'give me mooorrreee.' Mr. Green was happy to oblige, he thrust in and out, in and out. I lost track of how fast or slow he was going. His speed was really unimportant, it was the waves of new warmth, and this strange pleasure that washed over my whole being in waves that I was enjoying. Thrusting in and out, in and out. He said, 'you like that don't you!' 'yeeeesssss,' I stammered again, 'but I want to cummmmm.' My stiff cock had been beating against my stomach with each of Mr. Green's thrusts for a while now, since I was half bent over so I could watch Mr. Green penetrate me. Although that hadn't mattered for quite some time. Since my discovery of the new warmth and the pleasure that washed over me, I had let my head rest by laying it flat on my bed in order to enjoy the feelings Mr. Green was giving me. 'You want to cum, eh?' he asked. 'Lets go to the shower then.' With that he planted himself as deep as he could go with a firm thrust. With quivering legs I closed my cheeks as tightly around him as I could and walked on wobbling legs that could barely carry me to the waiting shower. When we got there he said, 'squat down, I want some more.' I did so and started to bounce up and down. Being held still by the floor, he could thrust in and out as I squatted up and down. With one hand holding him by his base to be sure he didn't slip all the way out on one of his longer strokes, I took some of his lube off of his base and got my other hand slick. Bouncing up and down on Mr. Green, I could bounce my hand along my cock to match. Thrusting Mr. Green in and out slowly, I felt the dizziness and new warmth wash over me again. Occasionally pausing as he was all the way in, I would jerk off my hard cock with my other hand as those tingly electrical waves passed through me. As he went all the way in, my hand matched by pushing all the way to my cock's base. I couldn't believe how the way he made me feel was enough to excite me. My cock had the ache of being fully erect, as if it had been so hard for so long it couldn't stay that way any longer. But I was actually somewhat soft as I stroked up and down. Mr. Green satisfied me in ways I had never known. Mr. Green slipped in and out easily now, there was no more pain, only welcome pleasure. My hand tried to keep up with each of his strokes. In and out in and out, slipping all the way, so dizzy, so warm, such a comforted feeling. I came. As with my cock's hardness, my cumming was different too. I pulsed a lot, spilling all over my hand, spilling so much extra cum it quickly leaked down on the outside of my hand, leaked between my fingers, met at the base, ticked it's way down past my balls, down that little part between my balls and my ass, to trickle down Mister Green and tickle his balls on the cum's way to the floor of the shower. Mister Green slowly eased out as the pleasure still washed over me. The pain seemed to return after I had cum, maybe it was always there and my endorphins were just wearing off. But one thing was for sure, I had a great meeting with Mister Green. He had shown me new places I didn't know existed. He had made me cum all over my hand, all over myself, and all over him, which the shower after our meeting cleaned up. My adventure with Mister Green had taught me, one day, I would like to feel someone bigger back there. One day, I would like my ass to feel what it's like to have something as hot as me pushing in and out of it. One day, I would like to be fucked in the ass by a Mister that I don't have to manipulate myself. And maybe, just maybe, I'd like to have both holes filled at once. But, discovering if my mouth enjoys cock as much as my ass did, would be another adventure I'd just have to take. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice----- Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. The post was sent as a uuencoded attachment and has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software. Young Adventures in Gay Exploration By: erotic alex steel (version date June '03) Welcome to my stories about my exploration and adventures in the gay world! These stories are designed for an adult reader and contain explicit material. If it is not legal for you to receive, distribute, or view such material it is your obligation to not take part in it. I am currently a full time college student and if you would like to help support me (helping to support future adventures ;) ) I would love any donations you may feel appropriate. Even such small donations at $1 would be greatly helpful. Send your donations to eroticalexsteel@hotmail.com. Help keep me cumming so I can help you cum! My intent in telling these stories are to please and titillate your imagination, and to help you enjoy touching whatever hot, moist, tasty, sexual parts you feel like touching while reading my stories or engaging in your own fantasies or other activities. Feel free to copy, distribute, or post, these stories wherever you like. (I only ask that you do so in the entire format you received them. Please don't edit or change them.) Remember, by doing so you are taking responsibility for the legality of your actions. Although 'erotic alex steel' allows his stories to be freely distributed, it is the responsibility of those distributing to follow the rules, laws and regulations within their city, county, state and country in regards to adult material. There are several stories, which will be posted in individual chapters, as each chapter has a different type of story or theme. This will make it easier to find for those only looking for that kind of story. A version date appears at the top of the story. It is important to include this, as the story may change and evolve over time as I have more adventures (or re-tune older sections as my writing changes or improves.) Enjoy, make a nice big mess for me ;) ~erotic alex steel Chapter 1: Finding glory Chapter 2: Meeting with Mister Green Chapter 3: Will you be my buddy? Chapter 4: Blowing my mind Chapter 5: ??? - - - - - - Chapter 3: Will you be my buddy? I had a wonderful first adventure with a glory hole that I will never forget (Chapter 1), but I just wasn't able to financially support my adventures at that location. As a full time student living on financial aid, I have to keep my costs at a minimum and my time for studying at a maximum. The half hour to 45-minute trip and a quarter of one-week worth of gas, that the trip cost each direction was too much for me to continue on any kind of regular basis. Despite my having several fun adventures with Mister Green (Chapter 2), my hunger for exploration and genuine contact was increasing. I was beginning to gain confidence and began to question if I wanted a more "personal" encounter. As with my first adventure, I later came to be very thankful for the experiences to follow these urges and desires. I hope you enjoy reading about my adventures as much as I enjoyed having them. ;) I now knew I loved to play with cock. That was obvious when I had fun on my first adventure out. And I thank the gods every time I have another good adventure. The question was now, how can I have more adventures that would be closer to home? Something I could get to more quickly and hopefully at a lower cost. A $3 entry fee, with the possibility of no one even being in the booths, is a bit high of a cost to pay. At least, that's what I think. So, where to roam? What new playground can I find? At first, all I could turn to was the phonebook and prior knowledge of my area. I tried an adult video store about 15 minutes south of where I lived. No luck there, not a single glory hole or signs that there ever were any. As I write this chapter, I've forgotten how I came across it, but I found a web page that was a free place for people to post. This site has classifieds, so I decided to take a look around at their 'men for men' section. Someone notified me of something I'd never heard of before, "buddy booths." For those who don't know what 'buddy booths' are, they are 2 adjoining video booths with a 'glass' between them. This 'glass' varies in material. Sometimes it is actual glass, which clears very well, and sometimes it is a plastic that doesn't clear so well. When the booths have no money, this 'glass' is 'fogged' so you can't see through it. However, when both booths have money and both parties agree by pushing a 'clear window' button, the window between the booths will clear, and you can watch your playmate in the next booth. The idea of this seemed a pretty big turn-on to me. Someone could watch me masturbate myself, as dirty or nice as I liked, and I could watch him doing the same. I was saddened by the thought that there would be no contact, but I wasn't ready for a lot of contact. So these buddy booths sounded like they would give me freedom to show off however I like, while giving me the security that I wouldn't have to worry about catching anything from my playmate, std, common cold, or otherwise. I decided I was going to put on quite the show for whoever was my playmate. The reality of the 'buddy booths' didn't quite live up to my fantasy. I learned a few things pretty quickly when I started visiting the booths. On the fun side, I learned I really enjoy showing off to an appreciative party. I mean really enjoy it. If I were a girl, I'd probably see if I could get into some kind of part time stripping job. Why don't I you ask? Well, in a boy's body I just lack the confidence. I'm fairly uncoordinated with dancing and, well, read on and maybe you will understand. The reason I really enjoyed showing off is the reaction in my playmate. I have always been more able to tell what people are thinking or feeling by looking at them. The little smile, the way their eyes move, their breathing patterns, the way they move, the slight relaxation in their body. I've always had a pretty easy time at picking up the body language of when someone was comfortable and enjoying things. When I would visit the booths, I would always take my time before putting in my money and clearing the window. I would take off my shirt, pants, and underwear, placing them neatly on the chair. I would set out my lube and money on top of them. This would leave a clear view for my playmate to see my naked body. (Naked save for my shoes and socks that would not be seen.) After stripping naked, my shaved head, nearly bare chest, shaved pubes, smooth shaven cock and balls, would all be easily viewable by my playmate in the next booth. I can't tell you in words appropriately how much of a thrill it is to see people react to seeing you. But I will, of course, try. ;) There was one particularly thrilling booth adventure I had. And this is the one I will tell. I had gone to the booths after thinking about visiting all day. Although my days of being embarrassed at school for having a 'boner' were long gone, I certainly wasn't announcing to my classes the times I got hard thinking about what I'd be doing later that day. By the time I finished the short 10-minute drive to the booths from my home, my cock was already fairly hard, trying to bust through my underwear and pants. I tried to calm myself down by moving slowly after I got in the booth and locked the door behind me. I stripped off my shirt slowly, looking at my nearly bare chest, slowly caressing my pecks, slowly caressing my tummy, again promising myself some day I'd get rid of this extra 15 or so pounds, getting down to 160 again (at 5'10" tall) and get it to a nice tight 6 pack. The thought of how the lube will make my chest glisten made my cock desire immediate release. I took off my shoes and gave my cock what it wanted. I let out my now fully erect cock, stripping off my pants and underwear as quick as I could. I gave my full 7" x2" thick cock a slow few strokes with quivering breath before getting ready for my show. I placed my folded pants on the chair after putting my shoes back on. The thought of stomping around in spent cum is nice, I just didn't trust the world enough to do that. I do sometimes have bukkake fantasies, thoughts of dozens of guys drowning me in hot fresh cum while they watch my naked body... *sigh*... cold and on the floor, well that's a different story. Tossing my shirt over the back of the chair, I was nearly ready. Taking the lube and money out of my pants pocket, setting them on top of the pants, my naked body fully in view, my raging hard-on already waiting, I was ready. I put a dollar in the machine and pushed the 'clear window' button. I had heard a playmate come in and put in his money while I was undressing. At this point I hadn't really looked at my playmate, I was eager to start my show for him. I grabbed up my lube in one hand, placing my cock in the other. I took a quick peek up to see what he looked like, and smiled. He was young, as young as me, which is rare in the booths. He had on a backwards baseball cap and a somewhat rumpled jacket. But I could tell by the tight shirt underneath it, he was muscled underneath his close. He had on baggy pants, but it wasn't the light blue color I was interested in. It wasn't their style I was interested in. It was his cock underneath, that cock he was already stroking through his pants with his forearm, that's what I wanted to see. Let me see your hot hard cock. I glanced back up to see that his face was clean-shaven, and caught a glimpse of the biggest smile I've ever seen on a guy. It was obvious by his eyes he was looking at me and enjoying what he saw. I blushed, shyly looking away down to my hard cock, and poured a generously thick line of lube from the base of my cock all the way down onto the tip. I knew I'd need a lot. I was definitely going to enjoy this show. Maybe I even poured a little too much, as it started to trickle around the tip and fall back to slip between my fingers. Closing the lube and tossing it onto my pants, I moved my arm out of view's way and leaned back flat against the wall behind me so my playmate could enjoy seeing me fully. There I was for him, naked, body standing erect against the cold plywood wall, cock erect and glistening with my hand now slowly working the lube around. I was reminded of when I was younger. When I would sneak around and try to peek at neighbors. My body was warm, rapidly approaching hot thanks to my playmate's very obvious appreciation, and the coolness of the air and the wood behind me served to ground me back in reality. This was no fantasy. This was no porn I was watching. This was a real boy, one who obviously very much enjoyed seeing me. One who was getting up and slowly taking off his jacket as he watched me there, naked, slowly stroking my cock up and down, slowly fondling my left side with my free hand. Slowly putting on the show I wish I could have given the neighbors. That show that I still feel the excitement of being caught for putting on. But this playmate had caught me. In fact, he was enjoying every second of it. I glanced down at my cock and saw how beautiful it is, how beautiful I am, by the light of the video. The light that danced off my cock like one of those disco balls. He still had that amazing grin, never taking his eyes off my body and my cock for a single second as he finished taking off his coat and was now starting to take off his pants. I thought to myself, this must be what it feels like to be a 'giddy schoolgirl.' His eyes looking me up and down caused my heart to race. It made me feel self-conscious, and the self-doubt would come back now and then. But I wonder if he could tell, because his eyes seemed to answer my doubts, telling me I had nothing to worry about. His eyes and smile seemed to whisper to me on hot breath that tickled my ear, that I was beautiful, handsome, and hot, an incredible sexual object with a big delicious cock he wanted to do things to. When he had taken his pants and underwear off, it was obvious he was no slouch. He was built just the way I like them, just a little bit of muscle and definition, but not too much. He quickly took off his shirt and was just as naked as I. He was smooth as a newborn baby. I don't know if he shaved all his hair, or if it was just very short and I couldn't see it by the light of the video screen. But from what I saw, he was smooth enough to lick all the way up from his toes to his nose and you wouldn't bump into a single hair. His fully erect cock was as smooth, soft, and inviting looking as mine. He settled back down into his chair, while I still lay flat against the wall. Trying to stand was becoming more difficult with all the weakening in my knees under his gaze. But just as much as that gaze and smile were weakening my knees, they were stiffening my cock, causing my heat to start to flow off of me in waves. And it was feeding my need to cum. He looked so satisfied there, leaning back in his chair, slowly stroking his cock for me to see and enjoy. My smile must have gotten as big as his because his got even bigger. There have only been a few times in my life when I thought someone smiled 'from ear to ear' and this was one. Although I know he was already really enjoying my show, lapping up every luscious drop, I wanted to give him more. I picked back up the tube of lube and dripped some out along my chest and even more along my already lube soaked cock. I moved off the wall to get closer to the window and started rocking back and forth with each stroke, my cock had to have more involvement. I started to slowly caress the lube over my chest and nipples, making my chest just as shiny as my cock. I could tell he enjoyed that. His position in the chair relaxed, maybe even due to my making his knees weak, they were shaking a little as he watched me. His smile softened as his eyes focused a little more on just my cock and my chest, his stroking speeding up in pace. We stayed just like that. Him sitting/laying in his chair stroking his cock. Me as close to the window as I could get, stroking my cock soaked in lube, squishing with every stroke, as my ass and knees rocked back and forth with each stroke. Despite how quivery my knees were, despite how quick my breathing pace was, this was a rare and delicious looking boy. He was getting me very excited and I didn't want to waste it. And I could tell he didn't either. Our eyes took in as much of each other as we could, meeting and lingering for brief moments when they met. It was almost as if we were talking to each other. Our own secret language of stroking. Whispering on hot breath, with a feather light brush against the other's ear, 'Just a little faster now, just a little more thrusting now, yes that's it, mmm, delicious.' It seemed as if we were ice creams and we were loving every lick of each other. And when we would get each other too excited, we would meet our eyes as if to pet the others head gently to calm them down. It was obvious we both felt the other rare and special and wanted to make this last as long as we could. It must have only lasted a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity. Me there, heat flying off of me, where I could feel the cold of the booth and the heat of my body creating a small current just along my hairs, making them stand up as straight as my cock. My knees shaking, but my cock using that shaking to thrust back and forth as I squished in and out of my hand. His pushing up and down just off of his chair as he fucked his hand. Fucking his hand faster and faster as he watched me thrust and quiver faster and faster. I could tell he couldn't keep control anymore and just like we had calmed each other down with a look, I gave him a new look and a small nuzzle motion that signaled it was ok for him to let loose. He didn't speed up much, as I sometimes do when I get close to cumming, but I could tell from the twitching of his near 6 pack abs that he was about to cum. I started to let go and jerk as fast as I could to keep up with him. He beat me, but it was ok, it was wonderful to see. He spewed all over his hand and down one leg. But he kept going for a few more strokes, the mess squishing around nicely in his hand. I was behind a little and his smile was just as big as it had ever been, so despite how hot I was, I tried to slow down some more. It was obvious he drank up every look he could get of me and I loved the attention and how it very obviously made him feel. Eventually I couldn't hold back either. I was shaking so hard I thought I was going to fall. Jerking and jerking for him, looking at him watching me with his big smile. Watching his satisfied cock relax obviously very satisfied in his cum soaked hand. I let loose all over the window. One, two, three, four, even five and six spurts onto the glass. When I'm alone I normally only spurt about four times, but not when I'm excited. And this day I was very excited. They hit hard and dripped slowly down the window between us. I stroked my cock slowly a few more times, to be sure every drop of cum had been drained out of me for him to see. We sat there for a minute. Just looking at each other, both with grins that would be obvious to anyone who knew what sex was that we had both been fully satisfied. Looking at the others satisfied cock, looking at our playmates naked body, looking into each other's eyes and smiling. After a minute he started to get up and his booth shut the window down, blocking our view of one another. I could hear him getting dressed, but I had a tougher time. I sank onto the window as my knees buckled under me. It wasn't just the excitement, but also the sheer happiness at cumming so hard. They were tired. I took a few deep breaths to try and calm myself back down, hoping oxygen would help sturdy them up. I heard him leave the booth by the time I had settled myself enough to wipe up and get my pants on. I thought to myself, 'oh well, a delicious and extremely memorable adventure I will never forget.' I took a little time getting my shirt back on and putting my things away in my pants. I got out of the booth and to my surprise there was my playmate, waiting in the small hallway. I must have flushed a bright red when I passed by him, still wearing his huge and satisfied smile. He moved a little closer as I passed and gave me a pat / hug as I walked by, nodding my way. I was so complimented, so appreciated, so immediately horny thinking how satisfied I'd made him, and yet felt so embarrassed that I could do all that I didn't know if I could have stopped had he done more than his half hug and nod. But, just like when we were seeming to talk to each other without words when we were naked in the booths, we both seemed to understand the boundary of the glass between us and to not cross that boundary. Sometimes I wish there had been more to this adventure than just what happened. But each adventure has taught me an important lesson about myself, in addition to being a sexually arousing adventure in the gay world that I will never forget. On a sad note, what I learned from this adventure was that in order for me to be interested in someone, really interested, I need there to be some kind of attraction. Yes, I rapidly discovered during this adventure I have a 'type' of guy I'm attracted to, just as I have always known what 'types' of girls I was attracted to. I pretty much already knew this before any of my adventures that I've written about, having watched many many porn videos. But with the adventures in the buddy booths, I confirmed those thoughts. Thanks to this playmate, this adventure taught me that I love the pleasure and happiness I give a playmate, whether that be by my touch, or simply by my being me. I feed on attention and appreciation of my body, a body I don't feel all that comfortable showing off normally. I feed on attention and appreciation of what I do with my body and the skill and attention I do it with. When someone can see my whole body. When someone sees me as a sexual object. When I can see their appreciation in their smile, their movement, their swollen cock, which soon has cum spewing out from it, I feel a thrill in my whole body. I feel a thumping in my heart. I feel my ragingly hard cock. I feel complete and satisfied. Most of all, I feel that I matter and that I'm important. This story taught me that it will be difficult to find an adventure that is all things for me. But that if I want to experience these feelings every time, all I need is a playmates cock. All I need from a guy, when I want these feelings, is a hot hard happy cock. It can be mine, or it can be his. But to win every time, it's all about the cock. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice----- Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. The post was sent as a uuencoded attachment and has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software. Young Adventures in Gay Exploration By: erotic alex steel (version date June '03) Welcome to my stories about my exploration and adventures in the gay world! These stories are designed for an adult reader and contain explicit material. If it is not legal for you to receive, distribute, or view such material it is your obligation to not take part in it. I am currently a full time college student and if you would like to help support me (helping to support future adventures ;) ) I would love any donations you may feel appropriate. Even such small donations at $1 would be greatly helpful. Send your donations to eroticalexsteel@hotmail.com. Help keep me cumming so I can help you cum! My intent in telling these stories are to please and titillate your imagination, and to help you enjoy touching whatever hot, moist, tasty, sexual parts you feel like touching while reading my stories or engaging in your own fantasies or other activities. Feel free to copy, distribute, or post, these stories wherever you like. (I only ask that you do so in the entire format you received them. Please don't edit or change them.) Remember, by doing so you are taking responsibility for the legality of your actions. Although 'erotic alex steel' allows his stories to be freely distributed, it is the responsibility of those distributing to follow the rules, laws and regulations within their city, county, state and country in regards to adult material. There are several stories, which will be posted in individual chapters, as each chapter has a different type of story or theme. This will make it easier to find for those only looking for that kind of story. A version date appears at the top of the story. It is important to include this, as the story may change and evolve over time as I have more adventures (or re-tune older sections as my writing changes or improves.) Enjoy, make a nice big mess for me ;) ~erotic alex steel Chapter 1: Finding glory Chapter 2: Meeting with Mister Green Chapter 3: Will you be my buddy? Chapter 4: Blowing my mind Chapter 5: ??? - - - - - - Chapter 4: Blowing my mind At this point in my story, I had confirmed that I like to play with cock (Chapter 1). I had confirmed that showing off for others is quite a thrill (Chapter 2). In doing so I feed off of the appreciation of my skills, ability and looks, and that I enjoy knowing what pleasure I can bring to someone. And, I had confirmed that I would probably enjoy a hot hard cock penetrating my ass (Chapter 3). But, I began to wonder if maybe I was ready for some real action. I still wasn't sure what I was looking for in boys. I knew from my first two adventures that I wanted to leave a playmates personality out of it. In fact, the less I know about him, the better. I'm just too picky and don't have the connections to find someone I'd trust, and find attractive, in order to have these adventures with without the need for boundaries. I just wanted control over a hot hard cock that would do whatever my bidding was at the time. But, I began to wonder if maybe I wanted, or needed, to relinquish some control to my playmate. I wondered if I was ready for something a little more mutual, or something where I trust them to a point and let them do what I'm allowing to happen without my being directly involved. I turned back to the board I had found earlier in order to look at my options. When I started searching for what was to be my next adventure I wasn't sure what I was ready for. I wasn't usually interested in the person behind the cock. There are so few guys I find genuinely handsome, even fewer I find attractive enough to consider doing anything naughty with. To find the two in one person would be extremely rare. I wasn't even sure if I really did want to be penetrated. I know I love the fantasies. But I knew that once I gave up control of the fantasy, I would have little control of the events that follow. I would need someone I could trust for that, and still being single I lacked that person. The board people had told me about a local theater, which I may still go to one day. An adult theater, not video booths, but an actual theater. Supposedly this is a place where people go, and some get naked, and they freely participate in mutual masturbation or other acts. Knowing the reality of how many good adventures I'd had in video booths, compared to how many times there simply was no one to watch, or the neighbors didn't do anything for me, I decided to pass on this option. At least, until a later time. And with their being an actual sex club about an hours drive from me, I'd be much more likely to visit that club some evening if I decided to go for all out naked full contact playtime with strangers. I continued to follow this board for months, with nothing interesting appearing. During the Xmas break, I became bolder, throwing off a lot of the boundaries and conditions I normally hold and posted ads looking for full contact play. Although I thought that play should be limited to oral or mutual masturbation, as I was still very new, very shy, and very unsure of myself when it would come to actual face to face full contact potential sexual activities. The Xmas break came and went, with only a few responses. Sadly, they either weren't at all attractive looking to me, or wanted to do all kinds of crazy unsafe activities I wasn't willing to do, or never fully gained my trust in order to set up a meeting. After all, if I'm going to go over to a stranger's house, I better trust them enough to be able to walk in the door and not have to worry about being clonked over the head and abducted for whatever reason. Since I had enjoyed my first adventure with a glory hole (Chapter 1) I thought I could do some further research on it and find if there were any other holes local to me. I posted to that board I had found and some people replied to my questions. Those replies, and a sort of glory hole FAQ/history website I found, explained a few of the secret hand signals and codes. I was ready for my next adventure, be that mutual masturbation in person at someone's house, be it my giving oral, my receiving oral, maybe some anal, or visiting an glory hole, whatever, maybe even something new. But, as I often believe, Fate decided it was not yet time for me to find another adventure. Xmas had cum and gone. Months had passed since my last visit to a video booth. And the boards had no hopeful looking posts. My adventures were slowing down, greatly. And the weight of being single was starting to bear down upon me again. What was worse, was that so much time had passed while I was looking for my next adventure, it had become spring. With spring always comes the pretty co-eds, getting more scantily clad by the day, wearing shorts or short skirts and bare mid-rift tops. Guys start to wear shorts and tighter shirts, or shirts that are simply more revealing. And with spring follows summer. Yet another year in college was nearing a close, and along with that, the rapidly approaching summer. The sadness of yet another semester of being single. What was worse was the impending following summer alone, with no chance of getting a date or even the hope for one. But then I found something. Finally, after about 10 months since my first adventure had happened, and during the past 4 or 5 months I'd had no adventures at all, I had a ray of hope. My adventures would definitely not be cuming to an end. I had been told about a store that was about a 5-10 minute drive away from me. This store reportedly had glory holes and buddy booths, the best of both worlds. My summer of no fun, no work and no money, had quickly been turned around to a summer of possible adventures. (Mind you, as I write this, that summer is now. I still have no work and no money. While I am still very much worrying about where I will get the money to buy food next week and pay my bills shortly thereafter, I at least have the potential for more adventures in the gay world, should I have the few dollars to get to this new found store. There is still potential for new experiences that I can write about and then pass on to you ;) ) While I didn't want to disrupt my study for finals, I was very excited about the potential for a playground so close to home. I could barely contain myself waiting the weeks after I'd heard the news till I could make my first trip. At the time of this writing, this adventure seems so long ago. I have changed in so many ways and answered so many unanswered questions. Yet, this adventure only happened about one month ago. I had decided since I had about a 1-week break after my first final till my next finals day, I would reward myself with a trip to this store after that first final As I was driving to the store, I couldn't remember being as excited about an adventure since I had my first. Yet, I couldn't help but think to myself, "Don't hope for too much. You don't know what to expect. It could be filled with cigarette smoke (I'm allergic to most scents, smoke, cologne, perfume, or otherwise). It could be all the holes are boarded up and I had received old information. It could wind up that all the clients are not at all interesting or attractive." I thought of a hundred 'what ifs' along the way. Yet despite my negative thoughts, there still remained hope, which my cock reflected by being semi-hard the whole drive. I didn't know what to expect when I arrived. I found the store without any trouble at all, thanks to the directions of the people on the board. It was a small shop just on the border of the town just to the south to me. I live near the freeway and the store is pretty close to the freeway exit, so the trip only took about 10 minutes. I entered the store and asked if they ran on coupons or cash and if there was any minimum fee. They answered regular cash and there was no minimum fee. And, they even sell condoms at the counter for $1 each. I thought to myself, "I knew I should have picked up a bunch at school for a quarter each before I left." But I had forgotten. And with as rapidly as I was getting excited and how hungry my cock was for some attention other than my own hand, I wasn't going to wait a week till I would be at school again. The shop was small, but had a lot of booths. To one side of the entrance they had about 6 booths, and behind the wall that is behind the register they have 3 booths and about 6 booths along the wall opposite of those booths. The shop was small, but the main area and hallways were well lit, which made it seem much more inviting than the other shops I'd been in. There was no bad smell, in fact, smells were lower than usual for an adult video store. I guessed this could be due to the fact that opposite of their front door was a back/side door that they kept open. I was nervous after getting cash from the attendant, so I had forgotten which booths the people that emailed me the store location told me I should go to. I made a quick survey of the place, but was fairly nervous as there were several people standing around. There were enough people I could feel an anxious, hesitant, sort of sexual charge in the air around me. "Well good," I thought to myself. "It's a good sign that in the mid afternoon, on a week day, there are customers here waiting." My survey of the shop revealed that all of the booths were buddy booths, save for the 3 that were behind the register. All 3 had connecting glory holes. Those of you who have read my previous stories can guess what fantasy quickly ran through my head. Yes, my fantasy about having both of my holes filled at once. I quickly dove into the center booth after discovering they were the only booths with holes. I was pretty nervous, both because I had not had an adventure in quite some time, and because there were so many people I could barely walk through the place without bumping into someone. But from what I'd learned on my previous adventures, I was ready to play. I was here for cock. I was ready. I had my lube. I had a condom. I had my gloves. I had my hard hot cock. I was ready for anything. I did not hesitate. Since all 3 were empty, I dove into the middle booth. As I was closing the door, I noticed that someone had followed my entry into a booth next to the one I entered. My heart started beating like crazy. There WAS going to be cock play, no doubt about it. I ripped off my shirt, yanked down my shorts and underwear, set up my lube, paper towels and glove, on top of the monitor, and I couldn't get a dollar in the machine quick enough to let others know I was a hard and ready cock (or hole). The booth was pretty small, there wasn't much room to move around in. I could feel my body's warmth being reflected back to me by the door and monitor. Not small enough to fulfill my 'all holes filled' fantasy, but not big enough to really 'stretch out' in. Although I was nearly naked, I wasn't cold at all. And my cock was rapidly swelling with each heartbeat, telling me it was ready to play. I noticed in the hole next to me a tongue telling me the same thing. He must have been watching my nearly naked self, my cock hard and ready, smooth and shaven, being slowly fondled by one hand, no pubes to get in his way or caught between his teeth. But was I ready for that? Was I ready to have someone suck my cock? Was I ready to penetrate another guy? Playing with someone's cock is one thing, but actually penetrating a guy... this was a new adventure. My cock swelled and throbbed, it WAS ready, it didn't care. It knew it was a mouth. A mouth attached to a person who wanted to give me pleasure. A mouth that hungered and ached for my cock and beckoned to me again with another flick of his tongue through the hole. Yes. I was ready to have my cock sucked by a playmate. I could barely rip the condom package open fast enough and sheathe my cock. I thank the gods I hadn't fully reached my 7" length and 2" thickness yet. It's somewhat hard for me to get a normal sized condom over my cock when I'm fully hard. It pinches a little bit and I have to wait for my cock to get a little softer before the condom will roll over my thickest part. But I wasn't quite at my full hardness, so the condom rolled over my eager cock fairly easily. The second it was on, I held it in place with two fingers, and plunged my cock through the hole to receive whatever pleasure the hole decided to give me. I could feel warm lips surround my head. Oooooooohhh what pleasure that hole had awaiting me. I had missed having my cock sucked so much. The lips were so soft, and so warm. They seemed much more caring and inviting than I had ever expected they would be from a guy. He slowly worked his tongue around the bottom of my cock. His lips moved over my head, back and forth, coaxing me to my fullness. My cock throbbed with each beat of my rapidly pounding heart. Boom, boom, boom, bigger and bigger, harder and harder, with each pulse. My mind started to wander and float away from where I was, getting slightly dizzy as his lips surrounded my thickest part and slowly worked their way further and further along my shaft with each stroke. I could tell he was ready and enjoying every inch of my full 7" I could get through the hole. His cautious slow rotation of his lips around my cock had turned to what felt like warmed jelly, caressing up and down the full length of my shaft. It was heaven. I floated higher and higher with each breath, getting dizzier and dizzier, moaning and panting as he sucked, giving in and enjoying the pleasure he was giving my cock. "mmmmmm aaaah aaaah aaaaah" I moaned into his wall. His mouth got tighter around my cock as he heard my voicing my pleasure. The heat built when he did so, I guess I had forgotten how hot someone's mouth could be when wrapped around my cock. Gently he thrust his lips back and forth along my cock, giving gentle rotations of his head as he worked himself up and down my shaft and gently sucking tighter as he pulled out towards the head. "mmmmm uuuuuhhh yeeeaaahhh" I panted on heavy breaths as he got wetter and hotter around my cock, allowing him to suck tighter. I was leaning against the wall at that point, my dizziness making me unable to stand without support from the wall, my head placed against my arm that supported me. Sadly the hole was just a little higher than I could reach, I had been standing on my tiptoes to reach it throughout his wonderful blowjob. My calves had begun to hurt. And from the strain of standing, and the pleasure he was working around my cock shaft, my legs began to quiver. Thankfully, so was my groin. I started to move every so slightly with his hungrily sucking and inviting mouth. I could feel my orgasm begin to slowly build at the tip of my head and at the tips of my toes, knowing I would explode like a cannon when they met in the middle at my groin. "ooooooohhh unnnnnnggh! aaahhhh!" I began to pant and moan louder and louder. I didn't care who heard, after all, it's what we came here to do. We came to cum and cum hard, giving each other pleasure. I wanted my playmate to know the pleasure he was giving me. "fooo haaa fooo haaa" I sounded, as I gasped for breath between my growing dizziness and growing pleasure that was slowly quaking it's way up my calves and down along my spine on their journey to meet at my center. "yeah yeah yeah YEAH AAHH YEAAHH," I practically screamed as my dizziness had reached my stomach and my upper legs, I was about to explode. "fooo haaa MMMMMM UNNHHUNNNUNNN" Just a few more strokes. "MMMM YEAH YEAH HAA AHH FOO FOO MMMMUUNNN AAHHH HHHA HHA" He really knew how to please a cock. This was definitely no amateur, his soft lips felt like they knew exactly how to work up and down my shaft in order to suck the pleasure from all around me to pass through my body, through my cock, and into him. His tongue tickling its way around the bottom of my cock and around the head when it could. Slipping me as deep as I could go in, the heat of his mouth feeling like nothing I could describe. "FOO HAAA YEAH!! YEAH!! YEAAAHHHH!! AAAAHH!! YAHHHH!! MMMM!! UNNNNNNGGGGHHHHH!!!!" I shot my load hard against the condom. Squirt squirt squirt. I felt it squishing its sticky hot warmth around my head and along the underside. My entire body shook with each squirt of my hot load. Squirt wiggle squirt wiggle. My head and chest sunk against the wall, I couldn't hold myself up with all of my wiggling from the cumming and from the strain of having to stand on my toes. My playmate knew I had cum. Probably a third of the store had known I had cum at that point. His mouth had slowed and paused as I came. He slowly wiggled his tongue teasingly around where the cum was held prisoner in the condom, convincing my cock to finish its load and then to even give some more. He left me inside him just for a minute, while my cock slowly pulsed its last load of cum and finished it's quivering afterwards. As I reached about half hard, he quickly withdrew his mouth from my cock. I heard his door open and heard him leave his booth hurriedly. I withdrew my cock slowly. The hole, even at half harness, was a tight fit around me. I pulled the condom off, letting its full load of cum drain out and hit the floor below me. I was amazed at how much cum was still left on my cock head and shaft. Gathering my paper towels I slowly wiped the white-hot globs of pure joy from my shaft, in doing so causing myself to quiver and shake just a little bit more. I quickly composed myself, pulling on my shorts and shirt and left the store. I don't know if he left the store after he left the booth that day, or if he simply had left the booth. After having such a caring and giving blowjob, I'd have thought he would have remained a little longer. I was disappointed to be left there, quivering against the wall, when he bolted out of his booth. I wasn't even fully soft yet, hadn't even withdrawn from the hole yet, and he was gone. This adventure taught me that having my cock sucked by an anonymous hole can be extremely satisfying. I had no reservations about the body on the other side. Just like a cock is just a cock, the hole was just a hole. I put no expectations or qualities on it, other than those my cock could feel through the condom. My only real regret is that with so many diseases out there, we can't enjoy such pleasure without needing to wear a condom. I have a feeling he would have hungrily lapped up every drop of my cum off of my shaft and I'm saddened to think that I may have deprived my playmate of a reward for such a wonderful blowjob. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice----- Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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